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Shaky Jake


Shaky Jake sneaked in for a surprise visit this morning.  He’s not a welcome figure in our house.  It’s never pleasant when he visits. To be fair, we were expecting him about two weeks ago so we’ve gone a good six weeks without him popping round,  so we really can’t complain.

Shaky Jake is normally known by his other name: canine epilepsy

Without any shadow of a doubt  I can tell you that it’s no way to wake up, to the bed shaking like it’s in an earthquake as the dog is having a seizure at 04.30 on Christmas Eve. Poor chap looked like he was going to shake himself apart. Hence, Shaky Jake.

I shot out of bed and tried to keep Douggie  from bashing his legs on the dressing table while shouting to a totally bewildered Boofuls to put the light on. He had no idea what was going on. He woke up from a lovely dream to pandemonium. He soon cottoned on though and helped me to keep Douggie safe until he came out of his seizure.

Ah well, I wanted an early start today and I bloody well got it.

Douggie the doggie has never had a seizure from sleeping before. He usually spends an hour pacing, whining, jumping on and off the furniture, barking and generally getting himself and us more and more distressed until it’s actually a relief when he finally does have his grand mal.

Then we spend another hour while he paces, whines…you get the idea.

Today has been a little Christmas miracle for which I am very grateful. Seizure from a deep sleep. Incredibly fast post ictal recovery and now half an hour later he’s fast asleep again as if nothing happened. No pacing. No nothing.

Seizures like this I can relate to.

So. Why did I want an early start today?

I’ll give you a clue * sings* Coming home for Christmas

The family are on their way to Devon, probably setting off about now, and I want everything to be ready for when they arrive so I’m not trying to entertain, cook, clean and get everything under control at the same time. I’d rather like to enjoy my time with them as they are only here for a couple of days. Ok. I might be a bit tired but at least I won’t be stressed. I love a head start! I think I’ll make the jelly for the trifle and then get on with prepping the veg for tomorrow.

Or..or…maybe I might just go back to bed for an hour.

Merry Christmas everyone. I hope it’s all you want it to be.

Kung Fu Canine


It’s been a bit quieter down in darkest Devon this last couple of days. Why’s that? I can hear you ask. Well, it’s because I got kicked in the face by Douggie the Doggie and every time I opened my mouth my jaw clicked. I can tell you it cuts right down on that chat when it’s all interspersed with ‘click, click, clicking’.

He definitely knocked my jaw out of alignment, I could feel my teeth weren’t sitting in their normal position. You’ll be glad to know it all seems to be in the correct place again now.

I never thought I’d get drop kicked by the dog but that very thing happened on Monday.

So how did all this come about? I know you’re dying to know. Well. Here we go then…Douggie the Doggie has got an impressive array of tricks in his repertoire but Kung Fu? That’s a new one.

In the early hours of the morning he woke us up to let us know he was going to have a fit.  As normal, we stumbled bleary eyed downstairs and waited for it to happen. Experience has taught us that there really isn’t a lot of point in trying to stop it as he just tends to have a really nasty fit a few days later if we don’t just let it happen. So, as much as it goes against the grain, we just wait. We snooze. We listen. For his part Douggie the Doggie usually goes back to sleep for a while. Then he paces. He whines. He bobs his head.

Then it happens.

This time he jumped onto the settee just before it happened. He leaned into me and his head went down. “Here it comes”, I thought. I was right.

Poor old Douggie started trying to shake himself apart. Boofuls and I have a routine now, we just calmy lift him onto the floor so he can’t fall and hurt himself. Then we wait quietly, timing the duration of the fit and trying not to panic. It never gets any easier. Every time he has a fit I think it’s going to be his last, it terrifies me. Anyway, let’s not dwell on that.  This time I had the back end. Just as we lifted him off the settee his foot shot out and he kicked me straight in the jaw. Oh my Gawd! That made my eyes water.

They say that humans have an unnatural strength when they have a fit and I can tell you it’s the same for dogs. That was a  kick and a half. I spent the next day nursing my clicking jaw and cut chin and Douggie spent most of his time getting his brain back in order. You’ll be glad to know that we are now both absolutely fine and looking as gorgeous as ever.

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